July 26, 12:21 pm, The Throne Room Inside the Castle, USA
Above me, Alice slept. Floating in the center of the chandelier, a simple, white dress draped over her body as wired stuck out from her entire body.
Save her face. For some reason, I still liked to look at that calm, expressionless face. Even if she did betray me.
Force of habit, probably.
I sat on the throne, leg hung over the armrest, leaning back, slightly bored. That wasn't to say that nothing interesting was happening.
For one, I never expected Gadiel to just freeze everyone like that. Seems that rather than kill one person, he'd kill all three of them, freezing them eternally.
Well, I supposed that was typical of a gay like him. Their stories were always tragic and "beautiful" or whatever. I supposed I could see why people would like that kind of thing, but I was never one for tragedies.